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tushanshu_logs2012-08-18 03:24 pm
stickshift) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-08-18 03:24 pm
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Characters: Asami Sato and Tim Drake
Location: In the Fire Sector.
Situation: Tim is sort of accidentally-on-purpose following her and Asami decides she is having none of that!
Warnings/Rating: Cautionary warning for a tiny bit of violence? Nothing bad, just Asami pretending she's Batman. Nothing to see here.
[Long days were becoming almost customary as far as Asami was concerned. Ever since arriving in Keeliai, she'd been doing as much as she could, when and where she was useful. Recently, she'd started working for an automotive shop that wasn't far from where she lived. It was the best way to become familiar with the local technology, and she actually enjoyed the work.
It was... cathartic in a way. The fact that no one knew what her name meant here. The fact that she was having to make her own way. It was exhausting, certainly, but it left her feeling proud of what she'd accomplished at the end of the day. She'd always loved working with her hands, but it had never been necessary. She'd done it when she wanted to, for however long she wanted to-- if there was a vehicle she felt like crawling under for twenty minutes, she'd never been obligated to stay until the alternator was changed out, or the clutch plate was repaired, or-- any of that.
The sudden responsibility was welcome. If it wasn't for the whole... kidnapping aspect, she might actually be enjoying herself. And now that Korra was here, everything was starting to look up. Mako and Bolin couldn't be far behind, and maybe together they could find a way home.
But for right now, 'home' meant her suite nearby, and that's where she was headed. She wanted a shower more than anything else - she'd spent most of the day up to her elbows in engine grease, and there was plenty of dirt and grime smudged across her face, despite efforts to wash up in the tiny sink at the automotive shop itself. She rubbed her forearm against her cheek, tossed her hair, and--
Caught sight of someone following her.
If she'd been out on the street, it wouldn't have even caught her radar, but she was cutting through one of the Fire Sector's many back alleys and-- well, call her paranoid, but with all the anti-Foreigner activity going on, better to be safe than sorry.
She lowered her arm. Kept walking, giving no sign that she'd even noticed someone behind her. Was he one of the kedan? She hadn't gotten a good enough look at whoever it was, but... the kedan were a lot stronger and faster than they looked. If they wanted to attack her, she'd have to disable it right out of the gate.
Times like this, she really missed the Equalist glove she'd gotten from her father.
She came up to a corner, ducked around it and pressed herself against the wall, waiting for whoever it was to follow. Maybe they'd walk past, and it wouldn't be a problem. Maybe she was just being paranoid. But after what happened in Republic City... well, let's just say that she considered her paranoia perfectly justifiable.
Sure enough, the-- boy? came around the corner. Still, she wasn't about to let his appearance stop her from grabbing him by one arm and reversing their positions, slamming him flat against the wall.]
Why are you following me?
[She kept one arm braced across his throat, not quite to choking, and keeps her hand on his wrist against the bricks.]
Location: In the Fire Sector.
Situation: Tim is sort of accidentally-on-purpose following her and Asami decides she is having none of that!
Warnings/Rating: Cautionary warning for a tiny bit of violence? Nothing bad, just Asami pretending she's Batman. Nothing to see here.
[Long days were becoming almost customary as far as Asami was concerned. Ever since arriving in Keeliai, she'd been doing as much as she could, when and where she was useful. Recently, she'd started working for an automotive shop that wasn't far from where she lived. It was the best way to become familiar with the local technology, and she actually enjoyed the work.
It was... cathartic in a way. The fact that no one knew what her name meant here. The fact that she was having to make her own way. It was exhausting, certainly, but it left her feeling proud of what she'd accomplished at the end of the day. She'd always loved working with her hands, but it had never been necessary. She'd done it when she wanted to, for however long she wanted to-- if there was a vehicle she felt like crawling under for twenty minutes, she'd never been obligated to stay until the alternator was changed out, or the clutch plate was repaired, or-- any of that.
The sudden responsibility was welcome. If it wasn't for the whole... kidnapping aspect, she might actually be enjoying herself. And now that Korra was here, everything was starting to look up. Mako and Bolin couldn't be far behind, and maybe together they could find a way home.
But for right now, 'home' meant her suite nearby, and that's where she was headed. She wanted a shower more than anything else - she'd spent most of the day up to her elbows in engine grease, and there was plenty of dirt and grime smudged across her face, despite efforts to wash up in the tiny sink at the automotive shop itself. She rubbed her forearm against her cheek, tossed her hair, and--
Caught sight of someone following her.
If she'd been out on the street, it wouldn't have even caught her radar, but she was cutting through one of the Fire Sector's many back alleys and-- well, call her paranoid, but with all the anti-Foreigner activity going on, better to be safe than sorry.
She lowered her arm. Kept walking, giving no sign that she'd even noticed someone behind her. Was he one of the kedan? She hadn't gotten a good enough look at whoever it was, but... the kedan were a lot stronger and faster than they looked. If they wanted to attack her, she'd have to disable it right out of the gate.
Times like this, she really missed the Equalist glove she'd gotten from her father.
She came up to a corner, ducked around it and pressed herself against the wall, waiting for whoever it was to follow. Maybe they'd walk past, and it wouldn't be a problem. Maybe she was just being paranoid. But after what happened in Republic City... well, let's just say that she considered her paranoia perfectly justifiable.
Sure enough, the-- boy? came around the corner. Still, she wasn't about to let his appearance stop her from grabbing him by one arm and reversing their positions, slamming him flat against the wall.]
Why are you following me?
[She kept one arm braced across his throat, not quite to choking, and keeps her hand on his wrist against the bricks.]